Will Varley - The sound of the markets crashing

I've been l^Dooking for something to ^Ahang on to Looking un^Dderneath the sunset of r^Aed, orange and blue As the s^Dkies turn black and the win^Ads gently cool I see n^Dothing in the distance 'cept the b^Aurning of fuel Which r^Dolls out of the wires and then i^Anto our brains Fills our c^Dhildren's minds with reg^Aret and with shame Till they're ^Ddreaming of things which they c^Aan't understand And they're s^Dtanding in nightclubs with k^Anives in their hands

So parl^Diament's hung, I say ha^Ang them in chains T^Dry them for murder and ca^Apital gains and D^Don't let them down 'til their ey^Aes fill with tears And the ^F#msound of the ^Emarkets^A crashing

But ^DI don't really care see I do^An't really mind Cuz th^Dere's nothing but hounds in the e^Alection line ^DAs for the edges of these o^Aceans so deep I say o^Dpen the gates this land is ^Anot ours to keep Because ^Dborders they are nothing except a ^Afence around a hole Where the ^Dthieves keep all of the jew^Aels that they stole And the w^Dalls of Westminster they are p^Aainted with blood And they s^Dhine with the souls of the s^Alaves that we rob

And the ^Dbusinessman's empire now lies ^Acold in the mud And he c^Dan't ask for forgiveness because he ^Adoesn't have a god, Except the^D money in his pockets and h^Ais first true love And the s^F#mound of the m^Earkets ^Acrashing

Well I'^Dm heading for the hills, I'm s^Aelling my TV Because I'm ^Dtired of being told to buy t^Ahings I don't need And I^D know they will accuse me of a^Apathy But my f^F#meet were ^Emade for ^Awalking

And I'm ^Dnot coming back until they s^Aee what we are Just a l^Dost little species who sta^Ares at the stars No I'm n^Dot coming back until there's n^Aothing at all, Except the s^F#mound of the m^Earkets ^Acrashing Except the s^F#mound of the em^Epire ^Acrashing Except the ^F#msweet sound of the ^Emarkets^A crashing